Title: TINH Revisited
By: Vickie Moseley
Spoilers: This is Not Happening
Summary: Imagine if it were Skinner abducted instead
of Mulder at the end of Requiem. Now, imagine the
rest of season 8.
Category: A, RST
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: We won! You lost! I'm happy! But I'm
still not making money, so I guess money can't buy
happiness after all.
Archives: yes
Author's notes: Fuzzy, this is the one you asked
for! Hope it lives up to expectations. And thank
you to the many people who have written me to
encourage me in this series. I love you all!
If you want to keep up, it helps to read
Requiem Revisited and it wouldn't hurt to have a
general working knowledge of season 8. Or maybe it
would be better if you never saw any of the episodes
on television. You might prefer this option.
Feedback and requests to: vickiemoseley1978@yahoo.com
TINH Revisited
By Vickie Moseley
vickiemoseley1978@yahoo.com
A motel room in Montana
2:35 am
She sees him. He's lying in a darkened room on some
kind of chair. Blood drips from wounds at his wrists
and feet, hooks pull back his cheeks. He's deathly
pale and unconscious.
Gasping, she jerked awake, sitting up straight in
bed. Her action caused an immediate counteraction in
the person sleeping next to her. He was up and had
his arms wrapped around her before she even realized
she was sobbing.
"Scully, shhhh, it's all right. I'm here, it's all
right," Mulder murmured in her ear. He stroked her
hair, noting that it was damp and sticking to her
face. "It was a bad dream, baby. Just a dream."
"Oh, god, it was so real. Mulder, it was so real!"
she sobbed.
"What, Scully? Can you tell me about it? Sometimes
it helps to talk it out, see that it's just a figment
of your imagination," he reasoned, still maintaining
her in a comforting embrace.
"I feel sick!" she warned him and pushed him back as
she fled the bed and ran into the bathroom, getting
there just in time.
Mulder was up like a shot, standing behind her,
holding her hair back. The dream really had to be
bad for her to react to it like she was. When she
seemed to stop vomiting, he reached over and wet a
washcloth, holding it gently to the back of her neck.
She reached behind her and squeezed his hand where it
rested on her shoulder.
"Can we take a walk?" she asked weakly.
He frowned. "Scully. It's the middle of the night,"
he reminded her.
"I need fresh air, Mulder. Please. Just for a
little while," she pleaded.
He could deny her nothing, especially when she asked
in that voice.
"Let me get some clothes on," he responded. Helping
her to her feet, he walked her back to the bed, then
let go of her hand long enough to pull his pants from
the back of the chair and pull them on. He grabbed
the extra blanket from the closet and wrapped it
around her shoulders before pulling her to her feet.
Then he unbolted the door to the motel room and they
walked out into the star-filled night.
The motel was in the middle of nowhere and there was
no 'urban light pollution' to conflict with the
canopy of diamonds above them. Scully took his hand
and kissed it tenderly, then lowered both their
locked hands to rest by their sides. He stood
silent, giving her time. He knew she would tell him,
he just had to be patient.
"It was Skinner," she said quietly when they'd stood
for a few moments.
"You saw him in your dream?" Mulder asked, his voice
almost a whisper.
She nodded, her face breaking into tears. "They were
doing . . . horrible things . . . Oh, god, Mulder,
what if he's dead?"
He took her in his arms again and she rested her
cheek against his chest. She broke the silence of
the night again. "You once told me about starlight.
How it's billions of years old."
He nodded, his chin resting on her head. "I
remember."
"Stars that are now long dead whose light is now
traveling through time. It won't die, that light."
"Scully," he sighed, stroking her head.
"You said that was where souls reside, because the
light never dies, maybe it's the only thing that
never does."
He kissed her on the crown of her head. She turned
her face up toward him. "I hope you're right," she
said, breaking into tears.
He kissed her cheeks and then her lips. "Scully,
please. Don't do this to yourself."
"He would look for us, Mulder, I know he would."
He nodded solemnly. "We will find him, Scully.
Together, we will find him. I promise."
The end.